Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction; Political fiction
A little after lunch Mr. Kahn, the secretary of the Anglo Saxon
Exchange, happened to drop in at the agent's in Mickleton. There was
nothing unexpected in the visit. His few questions turned upon the
usual topics, whether the hall had recently let well, who had taken
it, whether the more disturbed political meetings had done any damage,
whether it was now worth applying for a licence, &c. It occurred to
him to ask, just as he was going away, when the hall was likely to be
let next, and to whom, as there were certain reparations which the
architect for the estate had decided upon.
The reappearance of this terrible subject once more disturbed the
restored equanimity of the agent.
"Oh, dear," he said, "it's let--in a manner of speaking."
"What's in a manner of speaking?" said the astonished secretary.
"Well, a gentleman's got it anyhow, and then he didn't want it, and now
he wants it again."
"Oh nonsense!" said Mr. Kahn, "we can't play the fool with the County
Council. The platform's declared unsafe; we must have the workmen come
in. I thought there were several days to do it in and I wasn't in any
hurry, but it certainly can't be done in a couple of hours. You'll have
to tell your man he can't have it."
The appearance of this further complication almost drove the wretched
agent mad. Excusing himself for perhaps the fifth time that day and
rushing to the telephone he called up Mr. Bailey and entreated him to
cancel the engagement. But Mr. Bailey was in a dour mood, and as he sat
indulging in his habitual excess of port after a solitary lunch, he
darted into his receiver the most positive and vicious refusal, saying
plainly that if his rights were tampered with he would sue for damages.
The agent came back with the substance, though not with the expletives
of this reply, and the secretary of the Anglo-Saxon Exchange, pulling
out his watch, said briefly:
"Well, there's no help for it. We must send in the workmen at once, and
if he wants to sue he can sue."
In an hour a considerable body of healthy but somnolent men slouched
into the building, their chief showed his written orders, and the
remainder of the afternoon was spent in removing benches, opening
up the floor, barricading the door, cutting off the electric
light from the main (nothing is more dangerous than to leave such
connections during repairs), digging a deep trench in front of the
back entrance, and in other ways setting about improvements that were
doubtless necessary, but that would make it highly inconvenient for
any considerable body to gather within for political or for any other
purposes.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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